February 2010
4 posts
The Farse.
we talk about you behind all your backs.
we have everything you seem to lack.
we are entitled because of our scars.
we are embittered for losing what’s ours.
will you not save me when i want to bleed?
will you not follow when i want to lead?
will you not tell them to let me be?
will you not set me free?
it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything...
Kill The Ones I Long To Be
VERSE1:
your mission’s compromised the moment that you lay the plans
i count the tired yarns you’ll spin yourself on just one hand
and with all the time your wasting i could write a thousand songs for you
if noise could spoil your mission that would be one more excuse
BRIDGE/CHORUS:
your “will“‘s will turn to “might“‘s
in spite of...
